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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 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 The Dead C to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.