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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Faust,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Magma,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.