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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
MDC,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.