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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.