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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.