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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.