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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.