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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.