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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.