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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Faust,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.