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 China and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Wings,
Nico,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.