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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Fortunes 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Scion,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.