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 Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.