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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
The Names,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.