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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Yaz,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.