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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.