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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.