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 United States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Television,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.