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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.