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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.