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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Red Krayola to the rock 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.