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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.