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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.