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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.