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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Cure 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.