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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
The Saints,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Magazine,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.