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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.