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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.