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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
cv313,
MDC,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.