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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.