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 Chile and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.