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 Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.