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 Greece 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 June Days to the dance 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
OOIOO,
UT,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.