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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.