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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.