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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Index to the funk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.