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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Index,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Neu!,
MDC,
Magma,
The Move,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.