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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.