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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.