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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.