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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Television,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.