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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.