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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.