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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
ABC,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.