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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.