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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cure to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.