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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.