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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.