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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.