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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.