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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Barry Ungar to the dance 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Unwound,
Scion,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.