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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 The Martian to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.