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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Toasters to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Crime,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.