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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.