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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.