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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 The Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
UT,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.