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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.