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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.