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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.