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 Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu 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?
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.