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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Magma to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.