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 Fiji and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.