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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.