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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Scion,
X-101,
a-ha,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.