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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Drexciya to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
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 Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.