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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.