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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bremen and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Von Mondo to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.