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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Brick,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Pylon,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.