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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.