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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.