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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.