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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Magma,
X-101,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.