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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. 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 electroclash 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.