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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.