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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.