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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.