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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.