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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.