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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.