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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Man Parrish 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.