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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.