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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.