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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.