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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.