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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the electroclash 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
X-102,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.