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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
UT,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.