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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.