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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 the Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.