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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Nico,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.