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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.