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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.