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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
The Busters,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.