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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 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 The Skatalites to the punk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.