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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.