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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 China Crisis to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.