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 Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.