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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.