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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.