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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.