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 Ghana 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.