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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.