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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.