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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.