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 Panama and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Smog to the disco 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.