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 Algeria 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.