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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Birthday Party to the dance 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.