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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.