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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.