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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.