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 Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
The Names,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.