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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.