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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.