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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.