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 Syria 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Germs to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.