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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.