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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.