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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.