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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Mars,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.