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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.