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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.