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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.