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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Brick,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.