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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.