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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.