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 and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.