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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.