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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.