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 Georgia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.