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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Lyres,
JFA,
Scion,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.