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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.