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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.