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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Swans,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.