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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.