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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.