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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s 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 Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Wire,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
UT,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.