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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.