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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.