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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
PIL,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.