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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.