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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Faust,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.