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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.