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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
the Association,
Whodini,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.