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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.