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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.