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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.