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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.