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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Pantaleimon to the punk 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.