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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 DJ Style to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Gong,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
the Association,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.