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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Symarip to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Little Man,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.