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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.