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 Fiji 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.