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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
UT,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.