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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.