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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Searchers to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.