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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.