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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Stetsasonic 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.