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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.