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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.