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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.