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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.