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 North and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.