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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.