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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.