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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.