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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Urselle,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.