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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Ludus,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.