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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
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.