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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bang On A Can 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.