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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.