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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.