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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
The Index,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.