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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.