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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.