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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.