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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Funkadelic to the funk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.