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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.