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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Mars,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.