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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.