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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Franke to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.