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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.