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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.