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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
DNA,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.