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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.