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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.