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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the rap 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.