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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.