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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.