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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Martian 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.