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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.