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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.