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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.