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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.