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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.