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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Japan,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.