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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.