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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 MC5 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.