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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Ossler,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.