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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.