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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Ludus,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.