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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.