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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.