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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.