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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.