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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the dance 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.