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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.