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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.