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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.