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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 The Sound to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Visage,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.