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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Slave,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.