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 Gambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.