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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
AZ,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
The Names,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.