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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Jawbox to the funk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.