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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.