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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.