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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
X-101,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.