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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blackbyrds 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.