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 Ghana 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.