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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Brass Construction to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Technova,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.