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 Madagascar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Visage to the punk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.