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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.