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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.