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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Standells to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.