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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
CMW,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.