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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.