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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.