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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.