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 Pakistan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.