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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.