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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.