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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.