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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.