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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.