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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.