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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.