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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 MC5 to the techno 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.