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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.