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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.