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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.