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 Japan 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Smog,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.