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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.