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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.