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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.