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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Scion,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.