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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Misunderstood 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.