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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.