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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.