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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.