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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.