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 Italy and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.