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 Italy 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.