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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
the Normal,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.