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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.