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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.