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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Technova,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Fear,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.