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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
AZ,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.