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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.