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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Television,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Wire,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.