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 Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.