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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.