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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
ABBA,
X-102,
ABC,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.