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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Yellowson to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.