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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Lyres,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.