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 Macedonia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.