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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.