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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.