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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Monks,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.