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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.