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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.