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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.