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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.