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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.