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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Audionom,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.