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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.