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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.