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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.