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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.