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-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 snare 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico 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?
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
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.