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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Leaves to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.