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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.