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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.