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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.