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 Uganda and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The United States of America to the rap 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.