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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 The Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
UT,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.