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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.