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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.