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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.