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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
X-101,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.