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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Funky Four + One 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Swans,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.