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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.