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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.