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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.