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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.