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 Greece and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.