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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.