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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Don Cherry to the disco 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.