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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.