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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
The Associates,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.