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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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.