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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.