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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Nas,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.