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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.