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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ronan to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.