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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.