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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.