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 Denmark 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 organ 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.