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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Index,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.