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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.