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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.