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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.