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 Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.