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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Index,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.