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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.