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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.