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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.