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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.