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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The American Breed to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.