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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Grass Roots to the techno 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.