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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Lyres to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.