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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.