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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.