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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Stiv Bators to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association 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?
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.