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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers 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?
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
MC5,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.