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 Fiji and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.