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 Syria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.