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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Yaz to the funk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.