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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.