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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.