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 Uruguay 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.