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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.