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 Chad 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.