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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.