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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.