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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.