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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.