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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Smog,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.