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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Wire,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.