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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.