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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.