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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.