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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Television,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.