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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
MDC,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.