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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.