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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Brand Nubian 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.