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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
New Order,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.