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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 The Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.