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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Altered Images to the electroclash 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.