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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.