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 Papua New Guinea 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.