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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.