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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.