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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.