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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Crime,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.