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 Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.