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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.