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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.