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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.