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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.