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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.