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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.