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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.