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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Unwound to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Flipper,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.