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 Kuwait 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.