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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.