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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.