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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Index,
John Holt,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.