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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.