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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
10cc,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.