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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.