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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.