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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.