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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 The Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.