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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.