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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.