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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.