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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.