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 Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Knickerbockers to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.