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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 a-ha to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
The Names,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.