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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.