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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.