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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida 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?
New Order,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.