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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
DNA,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.