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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.