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 Pakistan 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Bill Near to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.