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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.