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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.