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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.