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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.