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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.