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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Barracudas to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Scion,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.