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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 The Fire Engines to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.