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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.