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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
MC5,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.