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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.