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 Philippines 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.