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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.