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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.