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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.