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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis 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?
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
X-102,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Skarface,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.