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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.