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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Vogues to the grunge 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.