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 Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.