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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Magma,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.