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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
JFA,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.