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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
JFA,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.