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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.