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 Philippines and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Scion,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.