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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.