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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.