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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Television,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
X-101,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.