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 China and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.