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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.