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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.