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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.