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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 clarinet 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.