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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.