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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the funk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.