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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sisters of Mercy 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.