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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.