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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.