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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.