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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Scion to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
the Human League,
The Index,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.