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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Crime,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.