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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
CMW,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Visage,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.