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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
UT,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
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.