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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
The Move,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.