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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Move,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.