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 Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.