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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.