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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.