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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All the Swans 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.