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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.