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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Magma,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.