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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.