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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.