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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
X-102,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.