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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Blake Baxter 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
10cc,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.