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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.