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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
June Days,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.