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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.