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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.