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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.