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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.