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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.