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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.