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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Skaos,
the Association,
Excepter,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.