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 the UAE and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 The Happenings to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Oneida,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.