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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys 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?
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.