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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.