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 Seychelles 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.