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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.