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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.