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 Barbados and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.