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 Estonia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Nas,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.