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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.