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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Monks to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Slave,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
X-102,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.