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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Television Personalities to the crunk 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.