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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
the Association,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Zapp,
a-ha,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.