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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.