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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
The Index,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.