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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.