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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.