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 Switzerland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.