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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Audionom to the funk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.