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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.