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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Fear,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.