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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.