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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.