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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Cluster,
UT,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.