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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.