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 India and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Essential Logic to the techno 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.