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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '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 Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.