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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.