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 China and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.