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 Uzbekistan 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.