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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Fear,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.