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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Organ to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.