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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.