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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Faust,
Cameo,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.