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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Black Dice to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.