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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.