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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.