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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
EPMD,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.