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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Soft Machine 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.