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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Cramps to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.