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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.