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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
the Germs,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.