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 Romania 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.