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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.