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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Faust,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Can,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.