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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Au Pairs to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.