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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Lalann,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.