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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier 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?
DJ Style,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.