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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 The Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.