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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.