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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.