Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.