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 Bulgaria 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Terry Callier to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.