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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 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 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 Slits to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.