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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.