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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.