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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.