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 Halifax.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.