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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.