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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.