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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.