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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 clarinet 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.