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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Visage,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.