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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.