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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.