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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.