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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.