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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.